B'Old opinions – B'Old insights – B'Old doings – just B'Older, and loving it
I swear that that last super full moon did some serious woo-woo on me. I’m sitting at my (organic, cruelty-free) hairdresser’s, flicking through a Womankind magazine, and thinking not-very-deep thoughts. Then, a sentence that I was to spend the remainder of my day having a existential experience over, jumped out at me. It hit me …
I am being gifted a sledge hammer by my sister. This is what sisters do for each other. Sis and her husband have a spare one, so she will pass one of them onto me, in the event I ever have to smash through the wooden floor of my older investment flat to rescue men …
She did a double-take, as she came out of her gate. No, she wasn’t seeing things. There they were. Alone and unoccupied, sitting neatly in the middle of the footpath. A pair of ordinary-looking men’s trainers, waiting for a pair of ordinary men’s feet to fill them and set off for the day’s adventures. Their …
Yes, you read that right. No, I don’t especially like paying them, but I like what we’d have without them even less. Decimating taxes is the death of civilisation. Without taxes, civilisation goes feral. We’d live in a world like that of drug cartels. Gosh, what fun that would be - for about 0.0001% of …
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